I have been to four different schools but have only moved twice.
I love to play sports and socialise with my friends and spend time with my family.
I have extremely blonde hair, blue eyes, and my face is covered in freckles. I live near Millers Flat which is near Roxburgh.
I live on a farm. I have a family made up of five people.
First there is Mum she has blondish brownish hair she has blue eyes and a few freckles she is a really nice happy person and she can always make me feel better when I feel sad. Mum loves to help me with my sports and enjoys helping me improve. Mum loves family holidays and when we all get to do things together. She loves working in the garden and always does an amazing job when she is done.
Then there is Dad, he doesn't have much hair left but I like it like that. He has blue eyes and no freckles. He works really hard on the farm and he is really good at helping me with my homework. Dad loves chocolate, Jimmy's Pies, and big mutton roasts, he also gets very excited when we are on holiday and we have a breakfast off the BBQ. He loves to play with me and he is really fun and understanding.
I have a sister and her name is Anna. Anna and I are really close we will always go out to play games and she is really nice to have around. I talk to her about pretty much about everything and she always tells me what is happening with her, and we understand each other and each others problems and I couldn't ask for a better sister. I also have a little brother called Henry. He is seven years old and is really cute, he and Anna fight all the time about the stupidest things, but I think that he is awesome. He really likes his motorbikes and tractors, and he is really good at his rugby for a little boy. Henry is really cool and fun, I love him.
We also have lots of pets, we have four farm dogs called Bloke, Mac, Queen, and Ralph, we have one fat house dog called Puku. Puku loves getting a attention and loves to get rubbed on her tummy. We did have two pet cats called Wilbur and Tiggy but when we moved Tiggy ran away the people at the old house have seen him so we still hope to get him back. We just got another cat called Midgee she is really cute and naughty. Wilbur just got run over which was really sad, So we got George who is a fat ginger cat who loves to waddle around the house and be the centre of attention, I don't think that Wilbur would have approved of George because Midgee doesn't. Wilbur was a small, long, sleek, black, cat who thinks that he is the king of the house.Wilbur was rather cruel to the native animals that live around our house, he will catch something and sit and around and play with them for ages! Every night he selects one of someones beds to sleep on but if someone gets up to get a drink or something Wilbur is right beside them chasing them up the hallway, meowing because he is suddenly hungry. After that he will then choose yet a different bed for a change and wakes that person up while trying to find the comfiest part of the bed which on cold nights is usually at your head!
I remember one time when he bought a big fat quail into the house because I think Wilbur had been trying to get the babies so the Dad quail had distracted him and Wilbur caught him! When Wilbur came into the house he looked very proud of himself until I took the quail back out side and hid it from him. Tiggy on the other hand was a very blonde cat. One time he got stuck in our tennis court which was stupid because our tennis court only had three of the walls up and so he was waddling up and down the tennis court meowing with one of the sides wide open and he didn't even look up. Another time he was inside and he had this rubber band in his mouth he put a foot in and stretched the rubber band upwards and he flicked it into the middle of his face, he ran away and then came back and did it again!
And another time (probably one of his blondest moments) he managed to climb up on top of the roof and Anna went outside and called him he looked around to Anna, and kept walking at the same time and he fell off the end of the roof! Poor Tiggy! We have sheep, cows, and deer. And we also have two baby deer called Bambi and Borris.
In the weekends I like to go down to Perkins Pond to go water skiing and biscuiting there, the water is usually really warm so you don't get as cold as you would do in lake Wanaka.
Every year my family and I go to Glendu Bay which is just out of Wanaka to go camping. Two other familys go with us so there are lots of boats.
Well I have told you a little bit about me and I hope you enjoyed it.
By Georgia Power.
Letter to Governor Grey.
Dear Governor Grey,
I' am a little bit worried about all of the immigrants that are immigrating to New Zealand.
I' am worried about the population, for one thing as people just keep on immigrating and immigrating when is it all going to stop? We are having far to many people emigrating over to New Zealand that if this carries on New Zealand could become over populated.
Ever since the Europeans came the Maori have been taken over and they have completely lost the control that they had over New Zealand. They are also having to change all of there ways of living ever since settlers have come over. Many of the Maori are getting the diseases that the Europeans have brought over and are getting sick.
My other concern is that with all these trees getting cut down to make houses are damaging our native areas because New Zealand is a beautiful country and with lots of native bush and native animals, but soon we are not going to have any animals left because they would have all fled and probably died.
Well Governor Grey all I can say is that you need really need to draw a line other wise this beautiful country is just going to be as polluted and over populated as England.
Yours Sincerely
Georgia Power.
My Old Person
I used to love to visit my Grandad he was my special friend. He used to take me to the park and push me on the swings. He would take me to the pond at the park and let me feed the ducks. And sometimes when it was cold and wet we would bake biscuits and put the fire on and he would tell me his stories. I would look up into his kindly old face with its wrinkles and sunspots and wait patiently as he would decide which story he was going to tell me today.
He told me about the war and how it was the worst memory he has. He said that he got very homesick at war, how his friends were dying, how he missed home, and home cooking because the food was really bad there. He said that he remembered one time, someone special sent him a whole block of chocolate. He said that he only took a tiny bite every day to save it and he said it was the best chocolate he had ever had. Sometimes Grandad would get a bit carried away in his stories because he would suddenly stop and say that it was time for bed.
In the morning he would get up put in his fluffy checked slippers, his woolen jersey, his stripy pants and then we would go down to breakfast. Grandad was really good at making pikelets he would make them into different shapes for me in the frying pan.
Grandad has many cats. I liked to ask him which one was his favorite and he said he liked the fluffy tabby one called Mary because when he was feeling lonely Mary would come and jump into his lap and purr.
I asked Grandad why he has so many wrinkles he said that it was from smiling to much.
Grandad was married to Grandma. I never knew Grandma, she died when I was a baby. I asked Grandad if he missed Grandma and he said that he always did but knew that he would see her soon, I didn't know what he meant by that.
I didn't like it when I had to go home. I didn't like leaving Grandad on his own. Grandad looked sadder than usual the last time we said our goodbyes and when we pulled out of the drive way I was almost certain that I saw a tear trickle down his cheek.
Mum said that I wasn't allowed to visit Grandad for awhile she said he was sick at the moment. I didn't really mind because I knew that he would get better.
But Grandad didn't get better, he got sicker and sicker. A while later Mum got a phone call. She told me that Grandad was going to die. I cried and cried.
She said that I was allowed to visit him one last time. I went to the hospital with Mum and she took me up to Grandad's room. The hospital wasn't as nice as Grandad's warm snuggly house. Grandad was so happy to see me but he looked sadder and was connected to all these funny cords.
I spent the rest of the day at the hospital talking with Grandad. He was telling me about when he had proposed to Grandma and remembering how her face lit up at the sound of the words, when suddenly he reached up around his neck and took off the silver cross necklace that has been there as long as I can remember. He pulled my hand in and put the necklace in my hand and curled my fingers over top. He told me in a quiet husky voice that this had been Grandma's and that he wanted me to have it. I gave him a big hug and whispered I love you in his ear. He said, 'why don't you go show you mother, and then come back,' and So I did. But when I got back to Grandad's room, Grandad wasn't looking at me, he had his eyes closed. I walked over to him and whispered in his ear, “Grandad wake up”! But Grandad didn't wake up. He was dead. I sat by Grandad's bed and cried.
Grandad's funeral was the next day it was very sad.
I looked at the special necklace he had given me and turned it over in my hands.Then I looked up at the clouds, and I knew that my special friend was up there somewhere watching over me.
My name is Georgia Margaret Power.
I have been to four different schools but have only moved twice.
I love to play sports and socialise with my friends and spend time with my family.
I have extremely blonde hair, blue eyes, and my face is covered in freckles. I live near Millers Flat which is near Roxburgh.
I live on a farm. I have a family made up of five people.
First there is Mum she has blondish brownish hair she has blue eyes and a few freckles she is a really nice happy person and she can always make me feel better when I feel sad. Mum loves to help me with my sports and enjoys helping me improve. Mum loves family holidays and when we all get to do things together. She loves working in the garden and always does an amazing job when she is done.
Then there is Dad, he doesn't have much hair left but I like it like that. He has blue eyes and no freckles. He works really hard on the farm and he is really good at helping me with my homework. Dad loves chocolate, Jimmy's Pies, and big mutton roasts, he also gets very excited when we are on holiday and we have a breakfast off the BBQ. He loves to play with me and he is really fun and understanding.
I have a sister and her name is Anna. Anna and I are really close we will always go out to play games and she is really nice to have around. I talk to her about pretty much about everything and she always tells me what is happening with her, and we understand each other and each others problems and I couldn't ask for a better sister. I also have a little brother called Henry. He is seven years old and is really cute, he and Anna fight all the time about the stupidest things, but I think that he is awesome. He really likes his motorbikes and tractors, and he is really good at his rugby for a little boy. Henry is really cool and fun, I love him.
We also have lots of pets, we have four farm dogs called Bloke, Mac, Queen, and Ralph, we have one fat house dog called Puku. Puku loves getting a attention and loves to get rubbed on her tummy. We did have two pet cats called Wilbur and Tiggy but when we moved Tiggy ran away the people at the old house have seen him so we still hope to get him back. We just got another cat called Midgee she is really cute and naughty. Wilbur just got run over which was really sad, So we got George who is a fat ginger cat who loves to waddle around the house and be the centre of attention, I don't think that Wilbur would have approved of George because Midgee doesn't. Wilbur was a small, long, sleek, black, cat who thinks that he is the king of the house.Wilbur was rather cruel to the native animals that live around our house, he will catch something and sit and around and play with them for ages! Every night he selects one of someones beds to sleep on but if someone gets up to get a drink or something Wilbur is right beside them chasing them up the hallway, meowing because he is suddenly hungry. After that he will then choose yet a different bed for a change and wakes that person up while trying to find the comfiest part of the bed which on cold nights is usually at your head!
I remember one time when he bought a big fat quail into the house because I think Wilbur had been trying to get the babies so the Dad quail had distracted him and Wilbur caught him! When Wilbur came into the house he looked very proud of himself until I took the quail back out side and hid it from him. Tiggy on the other hand was a very blonde cat. One time he got stuck in our tennis court which was stupid because our tennis court only had three of the walls up and so he was waddling up and down the tennis court meowing with one of the sides wide open and he didn't even look up. Another time he was inside and he had this rubber band in his mouth he put a foot in and stretched the rubber band upwards and he flicked it into the middle of his face, he ran away and then came back and did it again!
And another time (probably one of his blondest moments) he managed to climb up on top of the roof and Anna went outside and called him he looked around to Anna, and kept walking at the same time and he fell off the end of the roof! Poor Tiggy! We have sheep, cows, and deer. And we also have two baby deer called Bambi and Borris.
In the weekends I like to go down to Perkins Pond to go water skiing and biscuiting there, the water is usually really warm so you don't get as cold as you would do in lake Wanaka.
Every year my family and I go to Glendu Bay which is just out of Wanaka to go camping. Two other familys go with us so there are lots of boats.
Well I have told you a little bit about me and I hope you enjoyed it.
By Georgia Power.
Letter to Governor Grey.
Dear Governor Grey,
I' am a little bit worried about all of the immigrants that are immigrating to New Zealand.
I' am worried about the population, for one thing as people just keep on immigrating and immigrating when is it all going to stop? We are having far to many people emigrating over to New Zealand that if this carries on New Zealand could become over populated.
Ever since the Europeans came the Maori have been taken over and they have completely lost the control that they had over New Zealand. They are also having to change all of there ways of living ever since settlers have come over. Many of the Maori are getting the diseases that the Europeans have brought over and are getting sick.
My other concern is that with all these trees getting cut down to make houses are damaging our native areas because New Zealand is a beautiful country and with lots of native bush and native animals, but soon we are not going to have any animals left because they would have all fled and probably died.
Well Governor Grey all I can say is that you need really need to draw a line other wise this beautiful country is just going to be as polluted and over populated as England.
Yours Sincerely
Georgia Power.
My Old Person
I used to love to visit my Grandad he was my special friend.
He used to take me to the park and push me on the swings. He would take me to the pond at the park and let me feed the ducks. And sometimes when it was cold and wet we would bake biscuits and put the fire on and he would tell me his stories.
I would look up into his kindly old face with its wrinkles and sunspots and wait patiently as he would decide which story he was going to tell me today.
He told me about the war and how it was the worst memory he has.
He said that he got very homesick at war, how his friends were dying, how he missed home, and home cooking because the food was really bad there. He said that he remembered one time, someone special sent him a whole block of chocolate. He said that he only took a tiny bite every day to save it and he said it was the best chocolate he had ever had.
Sometimes Grandad would get a bit carried away in his stories because he would suddenly stop and say that it was time for bed.
In the morning he would get up put in his fluffy checked slippers, his woolen jersey, his stripy pants and then we would go down to breakfast.
Grandad was really good at making pikelets he would make them into different shapes for me in the frying pan.
Grandad has many cats. I liked to ask him which one was his favorite and he said he liked the fluffy tabby one called Mary because when he was feeling lonely Mary would come and jump into his lap and purr.
I asked Grandad why he has so many wrinkles he said that it was from smiling to much.
Grandad was married to Grandma.
I never knew Grandma, she died when I was a baby.
I asked Grandad if he missed Grandma and he said that he always did but knew that he would see her soon, I didn't know what he meant by that.
I didn't like it when I had to go home. I didn't like leaving Grandad on his own.
Grandad looked sadder than usual the last time we said our goodbyes and when we pulled out of the drive way I was almost certain that I saw a tear trickle down his cheek.
Mum said that I wasn't allowed to visit Grandad for awhile she said he was sick at the moment. I didn't really mind because I knew that he would get better.
But Grandad didn't get better, he got sicker and sicker.
A while later Mum got a phone call. She told me that Grandad was going to die.
I cried and cried.
She said that I was allowed to visit him one last time.
I went to the hospital with Mum and she took me up to Grandad's room.
The hospital wasn't as nice as Grandad's warm snuggly house.
Grandad was so happy to see me but he looked sadder and was connected to all these funny cords.
I spent the rest of the day at the hospital talking with Grandad. He was telling me about when he had proposed to Grandma and remembering how her face lit up at the sound of the words, when suddenly he reached up around his neck and took off the silver cross necklace that has been there as long as I can remember. He pulled my hand in and put the necklace in my hand and curled my fingers over top.
He told me in a quiet husky voice that this had been Grandma's and that he wanted me to have it. I gave him a big hug and whispered I love you in his ear.
He said, 'why don't you go show you mother, and then come back,' and So I did.
But when I got back to Grandad's room, Grandad wasn't looking at me, he had his eyes closed.
I walked over to him and whispered in his ear, “Grandad wake up”!
But Grandad didn't wake up. He was dead.
I sat by Grandad's bed and cried.
Grandad's funeral was the next day it was very sad.
I looked at the special necklace he had given me and turned it over in my hands.Then I looked up at the clouds, and I knew that my special friend was up there somewhere watching over me.
By Georgia Power.